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\"\"<\/a>It is time for a FIRST Wild Card Tour<\/a><\/strong><\/span> book review! If you wish to join the FIRST blog alliance, just click the button. We are a group of reviewers who tour Christian books. A Wild Card post includes a brief bio of the author and a full chapter from each book toured. The reason it is called a FIRST Wild Card Tour is that you never know if the book will be fiction, non~fiction, for young, or for old…or for somewhere in between! Enjoy your free peek into the book!<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

You never know when I might play a wild card on you!<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n


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Today’s Wild Card author is: <\/strong><\/div>\n


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Andrea Kuhn Boeshaar<\/a><\/span><\/strong><\/div>\n

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and the book:<\/span> <\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

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Uncertain Heart (Seasons of Redemption, Book 2) <\/a><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Realms (October 5, 2010)<\/p>\n

***Special thanks to Anna Coelho Silva | Publicity Coordinator, Book Group | Strang Communications for sending me a review copy.***<\/p>\n

ABOUT THE AUTHOR:<\/span> <\/span><\/strong><\/div>\n

\"\"<\/a>Andrea Kuhn Boeshaar is a certified Christian life coach and speaks at writers\u2019 conferences and for women\u2019s groups. She has taught workshops at such conferences as: Write-To-Publish; American Christian Fiction Writers (ACFW); Oregon Christian Writers Conference; Mount Hermon Writers Conference and many local writers conferences. Another of Andrea\u2019s accomplishments is co-founder of the American Christian Fiction Writers (ACFW) organization. For many years she served on both its Advisory Board and as its CEO.<\/p>\n

Visit the author’s website<\/a>.<\/p>\n


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Product Details:<\/p>\n

List Price: $12.99
\n Paperback: 304 pages
\n Publisher: Realms (October 5, 2010)
\n Language: English
\n ISBN-10: 1616380233
\n ISBN-13: 978-1616380236<\/p>\n

AND NOW…THE FIRST CHAPTER:<\/span> <\/strong>
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Milwaukee, Wisconsin, June 1866<\/p>\n


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Stepping off the train, her valise in hand, Sarah McCabe eyed her surroundings. Porters hauled luggage and shouted orders to each other. Reunited families and friends hugged while well-dressed businessmen, wearing serious expressions, walked briskly along.<\/p>\n

Mr. Brian Sinclair . . .<\/p>\n

Sarah glanced around for the man she thought might be him. When nobody approached her, she ambled to the front of the train station where the city was bustling as well. What with all the carriages and horse-pulled streetcars coming and going on Reed Street, it was all Sarah could do just to stay out of the way. And yet she rejoiced in the discovery that Milwaukee was not the small community she\u2019d assumed. There was not a farm in sight, and it looked nothing like her hometown of Jericho Junction, Missouri.<\/p>\n

Good. She breathed a sigh and let her gaze continue to wander. Milwaukee wasn\u2019t all that different from Chicago, where she\u2019d visited and hoped to teach music in the fall. The only difference she could see between the two cities was that Milwaukee\u2019s main streets were cobbled, whereas most of Chicago\u2019s were paved with wooden blocks.<\/p>\n

Sarah squinted into the morning sunshine. She wondered which of the carriages lining the curb belonged to Mr. Sinclair. In his letter he\u2019d stated that he would meet her train. Sarah glanced at her small watch locket: 9:30 a.m. Sarah\u2019s train was on time this morning. Had she missed him somehow?<\/p>\n

My carriage will be parked along Reed Street<\/em>, Mr. Sinclair had written in the letter in which he\u2019d offered Sarah the governess position. I shall arrive the same time as your train: 9:00 a.m<\/em>. The letter had then been signed: Brian Sinclair<\/em>.<\/p>\n

Sarah let out a sigh and tried to imagine just what she would say to her new employer once he finally came for her. Then she tried to imagine what the man looked like. Older. Distinguished. Balding and round through the middle. Yes, that\u2019s what he probably looked like.<\/p>\n

She eyed the crowd, searching for someone who matched the description. Several did, although none of them proved to be Mr. Sinclair. Expelling another sigh, Sarah resigned herself to the waiting.<\/p>\n

Her mind drifted back to her hometown of Jericho Junction, Missouri. There wasn\u2019t much excitement to be had there. Sarah longed for life in the big city, to be independent and enjoy some of the refinements not available at home. It was just a shame the opportunity in Chicago didn\u2019t work out for her. Well, at least she didn\u2019t have to go back. She\u2019d found this governess position instead.<\/p>\n

As the youngest McCabe, Sarah had grown tired of being pampered and protected by her parents as well as her three older brothers?Benjamin, Jacob, and Luke?and her older sisters, Leah and Valerie. They all had nearly suffocated her?except for Valerie. Her sister-in-law was the only one who really understood her. Her other family members loved her too, but Sarah felt restless and longed to be out on her own. So she\u2019d obtained a position at a fine music academy in Chicago?or so she\u2019d thought. When she arrived in Chicago, she was told the position had been filled. But instead of turning around and going home, Sarah spent every last cent on a hotel room and began scanning local newspapers for another job. That\u2019s when she saw the advertisement. A widower by the name of Brian Sinclair was looking for a governess to care for his four children. Sarah answered the ad immediately, she and Mr. Sinclair corresponded numerous times over the last few weeks, she\u2019d obtained permission from her parents?which had taken a heavy amount of persuasion?and then she had accepted the governess position. She didn\u2019t have to go home after all. She would work in Milwaukee for the summer. Then for the fall, Mr. Withers, the dean of the music academy in Chicago, promised there\u2019d be an opening.<\/p>\n

Now, if only Mr. Sinclair would arrive.<\/p>\n

In his letter of introduction he explained that he owned and operated a business called Sinclair and Company: Ship Chandlers and Sail-makers. He had written that it was located on the corner of Water and Erie Streets. Sarah wondered if perhaps Mr. Sinclair had been detained by his business. Next she wondered if she ought to make her way to his company and announce herself if indeed that was the case.<\/p>\n

An hour later Sarah felt certain that was indeed the case!<\/p>\n

Reentering the depot, she told the baggage man behind the counter that she\u2019d return shortly for her trunk of belongings and, aft er asking directions, ventured off for Mr. Sinclair\u2019s place of business.<\/p>\n

As instructed, she walked down Reed Street and crossed a bridge over the Milwaukee River. Then two blocks east and she found herself on Water Street. From there she continued to walk the distance to Sinclair and Company.<\/p>\n

She squinted into the sunshine and scrutinized the building from where she stood across the street. It was three stories high, square in shape, and constructed of red brick. Nothing like the wooden structures back home.<\/p>\n

Crossing the busy thoroughfare, which was not cobbled at all but full of mud holes, Sarah lifted her hems and climbed up the few stairs leading to the front door. She let herself in, a tiny bell above the door signaling her entrance.<\/p>\n

\u201cOver here. What can I do for you?\u201d<\/p>\n

Sarah spotted the owner of the voice that sounded quite automatic in its welcome. She stared at the young man, but his gaze didn\u2019t leave his ledgers. She noted his neatly parted straight blond hair~as blond as her own~and his round wire spectacles.<\/p>\n

Sarah cleared her throat. \u201cYes, I\u2019m looking for Mr. Sinclair.\u201d<\/p>\n

The young man looked up and, seeing Sarah standing before his desk, immediately removed his glasses and stood. She gauged his height to be about six feet. Attired nicely, he wore a crisp white dress shirt and black tie, although his dress jacket was nowhere in sight and his shirtsleeves had been rolled to the elbow.<\/p>\n

\u201cForgive me.\u201d He sounded apologetic, but his expression was one of surprise. \u201cI thought you were one of the regulars. They come in, holler their orders at me, and help themselves.\u201d<\/p>\n

Sarah gave him a courteous smile.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m Richard Navis,\u201d he said, extending his hand. \u201cAnd you are . . . ?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSarah McCabe.\u201d She placed her hand in his and felt his firm grip.<\/p>\n

\u201cA pleasure to meet you, Mrs. McCabe.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMiss,\u201d she corrected.<\/p>\n

\u201cAhhh . . . \u201d His deep blue eyes twinkled. \u201cThen more\u2019s the pleasure, Miss McCabe.\u201d He bowed over her hand in a regal manner, and Sarah yanked it free as he chuckled.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat was very amusing.\u201d She realized he\u2019d tricked her in order to check her marital status. The cad. But worse, she\u2019d fallen for it! The oldest trick in the book, according to her three brothers.<\/p>\n

Richard chuckled, but then put on a very businesslike demeanor. \u201cAnd how can I help you, Miss McCabe?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m looking for Mr. Sinclair, if you please.\u201d Sarah noticed the young man\u2019s dimples had disappeared with his smile.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou mean the captain? Captain Sinclair?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cCaptain?\u201d Sarah frowned. \u201cWell, I don\u2019t know . . . \u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI do, since I work for him.\u201d Richard grinned, and once more his dimples winked at her. \u201cHe manned a gunboat on the Mississippi during the war and earned his captain\u2019s bars. When he returned from service, we all continued to call him Captain out of respect.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201c I see.\u201d Sarah felt rather bemused. \u201cAll right . . . then I\u2019m looking for Captain Sinclair, if you please.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cCaptain Sinclair is unavailable,\u201d Richard stated with an amused spark in his eyes, and Sarah realized he\u2019d been leading her by the nose since she\u2019d walked through the door. \u201cI\u2019m afraid you\u2019ll have to do with the likes of me.\u201d<\/p>\n

She rolled her eyes in exasperation. \u201cMr. Navis, you will not do at all. I need to see the captain. It\u2019s quite important, I assure you. I wouldn\u2019t bother him otherwise.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMy apologies, Miss McCabe, but the captain\u2019s not here. Now, how can I help you?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou can\u2019t!\u201d<\/p>\n

The young man raised his brows and looked taken aback by her sudden tone of impatience. This couldn\u2019t be happening. Another job and another closed door. She had no money to get home, and wiring her parents to ask for funds would ruin her independence forever in their eyes.<\/p>\n

She crossed her arms and took several deep breaths, wondering what on Earth she should do now. She gave it several moments of thought. \u201cWill the captain be back soon, do you think?\u201d She tried to lighten her tone a bit.<\/p>\n

Richard shook his head. \u201cI don\u2019t expect him until this evening. He has the day off and took a friend on a lake excursion to Green Bay. However, he usually stops in to check on things, day off or not . . . Miss McCabe? Are you all right? You look a bit pale.\u201d<\/p>\n

A dizzying, sinking feeling fell over her.<\/p>\n

Richard came around the counter and touched her elbow. \u201cMiss McCabe?\u201d<\/p>\n

She managed to reach into the inside pocket of her jacket and pull out the captain\u2019s last letter-the one in which he stated he would meet her train. She looked at the date . . . today\u2019s. So it wasn\u2019t she that was off but he!<\/p>\n

\u201cIt seems that Captain Sinclair has forgotten me.\u201d She felt a heavy frown crease her brow as she handed the letter to Richard.<\/p>\n

He read it and looked up with an expression of deep regret. \u201cIt seems you\u2019re right.\u201d<\/p>\n

Folding the letter carefully, he gave it back to Sarah. She accepted it, fretting over her lower lip, wondering what she should do next.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m the captain\u2019s steward,\u201d Richard offered. \u201cAllow me to fetch you a cool glass of water while I think of an appropriate solution.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThank you.\u201d Oh, this was just great. But at least she sensed Mr. Navis truly meant to help her now instead of baiting her as he had before.<\/p>\n

Sitting down at a long table by the enormous plate window, Sarah smoothed the wrinkles from the pink-and-black skirt of her two-piece traveling suit. Next she pulled off her gloves as she awaited Mr. Navis\u2019s return. He\u2019s something of a jokester, she decided, and she couldn\u2019t help but compare him to her brother Jake. However, just now, before he\u2019d gone to fetch the water, he had seemed very sweet and thoughtful . . . like Ben, her favorite big brother. But Richard\u2019s clean-cut, boyish good looks and sun-bronzed complexion . . . now they were definitely like Luke, her other older brother.<\/p>\n

Sarah let her gaze wander about the shop. She was curious about all the shipping paraphernalia. But before she could really get a good look at the place, Richard returned with two glasses of water. He set one before Sarah, took the other for himself, and then sat down across the table from her.<\/p>\n

He took a long drink. \u201cI believe the thing to do,\u201d he began, \u201cis to take you to the captain\u2019s residence. I know his housekeeper, Mrs. Schlyterhaus.\u201d<\/p>\n

Sarah nodded. It seemed the perfect solution. \u201cI do appreciate it, Mr. Navis, although I hate to pull you away from your work.\u201d She gave a concerned glance toward the books piled on the desk.<\/p>\n

Richard just chuckled. \u201cBelieve it or not, Miss McCabe, you are a godsend. I had just sent a quick dart of a prayer to the Lord, telling Him that I would much rather work outside on a fine day like this than be trapped in here with my ledgers. Then you walked in.\u201d He grinned. \u201cYour predicament, Miss McCabe, will have me working out-of-doors yet!\u201d<\/p>\n

Sarah smiled, heartened that he seemed to be a believer. \u201cBut what will the captain have to say about your abandonment of his books?\u201d She arched a brow.<\/p>\n

Richard responded with a sheepish look. \u201cWell, seeing this whole mess is his fault, I suspect the captain won\u2019t say too much at all.\u201d<\/p>\n

Sarah laughed in spite of herself, as did Richard. However, when their eyes met-sky blue and sea blue-an uncomfortable silence settled down around them.<\/p>\n

Sarah was the first to turn away. She forced herself to look around the shop and then remembered her curiosity. \u201cWhat exactly do you sell here?\u201d She felt eager to break the sudden awkwardness.<\/p>\n

\u201c Well, exactly<\/em>,\u201d Richard said, appearing amused, \u201cwe are ship chandlers and sail-makers and manufacturers of flags, banners, canvas belting, brewers\u2019 sacks, paulins of all kinds, waterproof horse and wagon covers, sails, awnings, and tents.\u201d He paused for a breath, acting quite dramatic about it, and Sarah laughed again. \u201cWe are dealers in vanilla, hemp, and cotton cordage, lath yarns, duck of all widths, oakum, tar, pitch, paints, oars, tackle, and purchase blocks . . . exactly<\/em>!\u201d<\/p>\n

Sarah swallowed the last of her giggles and arched a brow. \u201cThat\u2019s it?\u201d<\/p>\n

Richard grinned. \u201cYes, well,\u201d he conceded, \u201cI might have forgotten the glass of water.\u201d<\/p>\n

Still smiling, she took a sip of hers. And in that moment she decided that she knew how to handle the likes of Richard Navis- tease him right back, that\u2019s how. After all, she\u2019d had enough practice with Ben, Jake, and Luke.<\/p>\n

They finished up their cool spring water, and then Richard went to hitch up the captain\u2019s horse and buggy. When he returned, he unrolled his shirtsleeves, and finding his dress jacket, he put it on. Next he let one of the other employees know he was leaving by shouting up a steep flight of stairs, \u201cHey, there, Joe, I\u2019m leaving for a while! Mind the shop, would you?\u201d<\/p>\n

She heard a man\u2019s deep reply. \u201cWill do.\u201d<\/p>\n

At last Richard announced he was ready to go. Their first stop was fetching her luggage from the train station. Her trunk and bags filled the entire backseat of the buggy.<\/p>\n

\u201cI noticed the little cross on the necklace you\u2019re wearing. Forgive me for asking what might be the obvious, but are you a Christian, Miss McCabe?\u201d He climbed up into the driver\u2019s perch and took the horse\u2019s reins.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhy, yes, I am. Why do you ask?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI always ask.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHmm . . . \u201d She wondered if he insulted a good many folks with his plain speech. But in his present state, Richard reminded her of her brother Luke. \u201cMy father is a pastor back home in Missouri,\u201d Sarah offered, \u201cand two of my three brothers have plans to be missionaries out West.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd the third brother?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBen. He\u2019s a photographer. He and his wife, Valerie, are expecting their third baby in just a couple of months.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHow nice for them.\u201d<\/p>\n

Nodding, Sarah felt a blush creep into her cheeks. She really hadn\u2019t meant to share such intimacies about her family with a man she\u2019d just met. But Richard seemed so easy to talk to, like a friend already. But all too soon she recalled her sister Leah\u2019s words of advice: \u201cOutgrow your garrulousness, lest you give the impression of a silly schoolgirl! You\u2019re a young lady now. A music teacher.\u201d<\/p>\n

Sarah promptly remembered herself and held her tongue-until they reached the captain\u2019s residence, anyway.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat a beautiful home.\u201d She felt awestruck as Richard helped her down from the buggy.<\/p>\n

\u201cA bit ostentatious for my tastes.\u201d<\/p>\n

Not for Sarah\u2019s. She\u2019d always dreamed of living in house this grand. Walking toward the enormous brick mansion, she gazed up in wonder.<\/p>\n

The manse had three stories of windows that were each trimmed in white, and a \u201cwidow\u2019s walk\u201d at the very top of it gave the struca somewhat square design. The house was situated on a quiet street across from a small park that overlooked Lake Michigan. But it wasn\u2019t the view that impressed Sarah. It was the house itself.<\/p>\n

Richard seemed to sense her fascination. \u201cNotice the brick walls that are lavishly ornamented with terra cotta. The porch,\u201d he said, reaching for her hand as they climbed its stairs, \u201cis cased entirely with terra cotta. And these massive front doors are composed of complex oak millwork, hand-carved details, and wrought iron. The lead glass panels,\u201d he informed her as he knocked several times, \u201chinge inward to allow conversation through the grillwork.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cGoodness!\u201d Sarah felt awestruck. She sent Richard an impish grin. \u201cYou are something of a walking textbook, aren\u2019t you?\u201d<\/p>\n

Before he could reply, a panel suddenly opened, and Sarah found herself looking into the stern countenance of a woman who was perhaps in her late fifties.<\/p>\n

\u201cHello, Mrs. Schlyterhaus.\u201d Richard\u2019s tone sounded neighborly.<\/p>\n

\u201cMr. Navis.\u201d She gave him a curt nod. \u201cVhat can I do for you?\u201d<\/p>\n

Sarah immediately noticed the housekeeper\u2019s thick German accent.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ve brought the captain\u2019s new governess. This is Miss Sarah McCabe.\u201d He turned. \u201cSarah, this is Mrs. Gretchen Schlyterhaus.\u201d
\n \u201cA pleasure to meet you, ma\u2019am.\u201d Sarah tried to sound as pleasing as possible, for the housekeeper looked quite annoyed at the interruption.<\/p>\n

\u201cThe captain said nussing about a new governess,\u201d she told Richard, fairly ignoring Sarah altogether. \u201cI know nussing about it.\u201d<\/p>\n

Richard grimaced. \u201cI was afraid of that.\u201d<\/p>\n

Wide-eyed, Sarah gave him a look of disbelief.<\/p>\n

\u201cLet\u2019s show Mrs. Schlyterhaus that letter . . . the one from the captain.\u201d<\/p>\n

Sarah pulled it from her inside pocket and handed it over. Richard opened it and read its contents.<\/p>\n

The older woman appeared unimpressed. \u201cI know nussing about it.\u201d With that, she closed the door on them.
\n Sarah\u2019s heart crimped as she and Richard walked back to the carriage.<\/p>\n

\u201cHere, now, don\u2019t look so glum, Sarah . . . May I call you Sarah?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes, I suppose so.\u201d No governess position. No money. So much for showing herself an independent young woman. Her family would never let her forget this. Not ever!<\/p>\n

Suddenly she noticed Richard\u2019s wide grin. \u201cWhat are you smiling at?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt appears, Sarah, that you\u2019ve been given the day off too.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

MY REVIEW:<\/strong><\/p>\n

After growing up on a Missouri farm with three older brothers, Sarah McCabe was eager for adventure and to prove her independence. Certain that city life was the only life for her, she accepted a job as governess to Captain Brian Sinclair’s four children after an opportunity in Chicago fell through. Sarah soon found herself torn between Richard Navis who exemplified Sarah’s idea of a perfect man and Captain Sinclair who turned the charm on and off as needed to manipulate Sarah. She could easily love Richard but his desire to run his family farm convinced her that he could not be the man for her. Captain Sinclair could offer her the life she desired but was it possible for him to be interested in anyone other than himself?<\/p>\n

Uncertain Heart<\/a> is an enjoyable story with a wide range of characters. Richard, always a faithful friend and the proper gentleman is the perfect hero. Captain Sinclair is the epitome of a self-centered cad who uses people for his own purposes. And Sarah is a young woman with a caring heart but who is still naive enough to be taken in by Captain Sinclair’s charm and overlook the true prize she has in Richard. The book is kept interesting by many plot twists and a surprise ending the reader doesn’t see coming. With a theme that stresses integrity and a strong message of faith, Uncertain Heart<\/a> is well worth reading.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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